Zavan
The game was close. Its desperation hung taut in the air as the tracks we followed grew sloppier and bloodier.
We formed a loose sprawl amidst the brush as the hunting party spanned the forest. I signaled the formation to fall back as I pressed on in pursuit.
The Deltas who had joined me remained within a howl’s reach– some of them eyed me in passing with fear, and others with fascination. Their preoccupation was of minimum import to me so long as they conducted themselves accordingly.
Yet, my own focus kept straying. I had long grown weary of the event.
“My Alpha–”
Tyler shifted from his wolf as he fell into step beside me. Likely, he had already caught on to my boredom and only approached with solutions at the ready.
He always perceived my will well, and acted all the better
